Oh, hey, another project with a short deadline. I'm sure that won't be any problem to wedge into my schedule. Sigh.

You know what's good? Chocolate tea with a little cream. Kinda wish I had little sandwiches to go with it. Just bread and butter would be perfect.

Three conference calls down, one to go. Talking makes my tongue touch my stitches, which creates an instant reminder of yesterday. It is hard enough keeping my tongue away from them, I don't need it going there on its own (unless I want to lisp).

I did get a message from my dentist checking in on me and thanking me for "hanging out yesterday". Ummm, yeah. I appreciate the follow up though.

OMG thank goodness on the SCOTUS. I was really going to be screwed because my state is so petulant they actually passed a law preventing them from creating the state marketplace that would allow me to keep my subsidies. So if it had passed, I would have just gotten all the things done I could before they implemented, and then I would have dropped coverage and paid fines. Which would have sucked. But there's no way I could have afforded the unsubsidized rates. It went up enough as it is.

Oy, Suzi, that sounds like too much talking!

Someone I work with posted a meme thing yesterday with a picture of a confederate flag above (black) young men wearing saggy pants, which said something like "You say this flag offends you (on the flag), well this offends me (on the saggy pants).

I was feeling bad for not calling her out on it, but apparently someone we work with spoke with her about it-- she posted that she took it down and that it is someone she has liked and respected for years-- I thought an apology was coming, but the end of that post and her next posts are her saying that she is not racist, she doesn't think she is superior, she has friends of all colors, etc, etc. She apparently has no respect for this person who spoke to her quietly about this anymore, thinks they are rude and offensive. I really want to post something, because everyone who is posting is being supportive of her (granted, not a lot of people from work) and I want to give her a white privileged 101. It is just so hard to flip the switch in people's heads that just because they were poor or had hard times, or don't actively call people names, they can still be acting in a racist manner, and in fact racism (and sexism) is all around us just permeating everything. But once you see that, it can't been unseen.

I'm not commenting on any FB posts about the confederate flag, because my only instinct is to be sarcastic, and I realize that doesn't help anything (except my own satisfaction at snarking at people who I disagree with).

(That is also why I avoid commenting on posts from Tim's nephews that say things like "Why is there no Straight Pride parade?" or "Why is there no White Pride group?" [and yeah, I had to work REALLY hard to NOT reply to the last one with "There is; it's called the KKK. Do you know your family can read these posts???")

Jillifonts and I live happily together in my house unless they are poisonous or big enough to have visible mandibles, in which case they are safely escorted to a comfortable relocation option. Jillifonts are a large part of my War Against Fruitflies which is an ongoing saga.

As long as the Jillifonts aren't wandering out where I can see them, I've accepted they're in the house. They're helpful, I know that! But when they stroll around the house (or Vlad brings them upstairs), NO. Pete does the catch & release thing. And if he's not home, I beat them to death with a shoe, usually while screaming.

I know FB can be an echo chamber but I'm so glad mine is, sometimes...

I'm not commenting on any FB posts about the confederate flag, because my only instinct is to be sarcastic, and I realize that doesn't help anything (except my own satisfaction at snarking at people who I disagree with).

I'm not on FB enough to get into any discussions about it, but I'll admit that when someone w/ a confederate flag posted a gothy link to my timeline, I cringed.